Endurance: [ I mean, not to alarm you, but that did hit pretty hard. You probably have a bruised rib or maybe four. You won't really feel it until the morning, but you can probably feel that weird shifting feeling beneath your skin. ]

Rhetoric: [ You should probably tell her that it was nothing personal about the whole coaching thing. She did just slightly almost take that down with a fancy axe. ]

Interfacing: [ That she is still using the wrong way around. ]

The Detective caught his breath, bending over and sucking in wind to replace the vacancy that was left in his lungs. "Guh. Ah. Good armor. Stops things good." He sputters out.

Perception: [ The chestplate clicks a little. Porcelain on porcelain. ]

Encyclopedia: [ Enamel, actually. It uses vitreous enamel that fits snugly and redistributes kinetic energy across its countless white plates. The plates are designed to interlock and provide protection without sacrificing mobility, while the lightweight material ensures they can be worn with minimal discomfort. As you can see, this results in a slimline armor that can be easily hidden underneath clothes. ]

Rhetoric: [ The girl? Remember the girl that just actually leaped ten feet in the air? The one in front of you? You should probably get on damage control right now. ]

"Alright, rack it. Good job." He gives her a few pats on the shoulder. His hands are thickly calloused. "You really need to work on your posture. You look like you're trying to pull something off you heard off a radio. But your muscularity is immaculate, if you can get close to pulling all that off."

A pause.

"So, uh. Do you do this often?"